Synopsis:
RECKLESS WOMAN is the much-anticipated final book in the Grayson Duet, from bestselling author Catherine Wiltcher’s dark and thrilling Santiago saga...
Lose him. Break him. Use him. Love him…
I don’t dance with the devil.
I dance with his shadow, instead.
He found me.
He killed for me.
He took my broken past, and he offered me a dangerous future.
But there’s a new poison in our lives.
He’s death by another name…
Now, everyone we’ve ever loved,
Everything we’d thought we believed in,
Will lie in ruins before the night is done.
A ruthless enemy brought this chaos down upon us.
Only a reckless woman can make it right.
Excerpt:
The late afternoon heat is red and vicious, burning up the cloudless sky like God himself touched a match to the heavens.
“What is this place?” Shielding my eyes with the crook of my hand, I turn back to the car. The atmosphere feels heavy and intense. It’s weighing down the corners of my smile.
"Hell."
Joseph’s leaning against the side panel of the black Dodge with his arms crossed—a tall, Texan depiction of heaven, in jeans and a faded gray shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His face is expressionless, but that’s nothing new. His truth is concealed behind a pair of dark sunglasses and a wall of history I’ve yet to dismantle.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“A compulsion.”
“A compulsion to bring me to hell?”
Turning back to the burnt landscape, I squint at the carcass of an old farmhouse that’s stinking up the horizon with ghosts and neglect. Sweat is trickling between my breasts. There’s no breeze today. No let-up. There’s barely any sway in the overgrown wheat fields bordering the dusty driveway we’ve parked up next to—with its ugly brown surface uneven and pockmarked.
Hell.
I knock the word around my head again, hearing his past in his measured drawl.
“Come here, Anna.”
“Give me a moment…”
“Are you making me repeat it?”
Bloody caveman. “Hell, huh?” I turn back to him again, but I don’t budge an inch. “I was expecting a few more chains to be lying about the place. Maybe a horned demon or two.”
The sunlight catches on his Wayfarers, glinting wickedly. “Oh, there’s a demon alright.”
“Doubt it. He’s back on an island in the Pacific.”
Joseph’s lips almost twitch. Almost. “Get the fuck over here, Anna. I won’t ask again."
He crooks his finger to me and I acquiesce, my stomach muscles tensing as I turn away from the farmhouse. This feeling of dread worsens with every step. It’s like the ruin is a gutless criminal who’d shoot me three times in the back at any moment.
What is this place?
Hell....
© Catherine Wiltcher 2021
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The late afternoon heat is red and vicious, burning up the cloudless sky like God himself touched a match to the heavens.
“What is this place?” Shielding my eyes with the crook of my hand, I turn back to the car. The atmosphere feels heavy and intense. It’s weighing down the corners of my smile.
"Hell."
Joseph’s leaning against the side panel of the black Dodge with his arms crossed—a tall, Texan depiction of heaven, in jeans and a faded gray shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His face is expressionless, but that’s nothing new. His truth is concealed behind a pair of dark sunglasses and a wall of history I’ve yet to dismantle.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“A compulsion.”
“A compulsion to bring me to hell?”
Turning back to the burnt landscape, I squint at the carcass of an old farmhouse that’s stinking up the horizon with ghosts and neglect. Sweat is trickling between my breasts. There’s no breeze today. No let-up. There’s barely any sway in the overgrown wheat fields bordering the dusty driveway we’ve parked up next to—with its ugly brown surface uneven and pockmarked.
Hell.
I knock the word around my head again, hearing his past in his measured drawl.
“Come here, Anna.”
“Give me a moment…”
“Are you making me repeat it?”
Bloody caveman. “Hell, huh?” I turn back to him again, but I don’t budge an inch. “I was expecting a few more chains to be lying about the place. Maybe a horned demon or two.”
The sunlight catches on his Wayfarers, glinting wickedly. “Oh, there’s a demon alright.”
“Doubt it. He’s back on an island in the Pacific.”
Joseph’s lips almost twitch. Almost. “Get the fuck over here, Anna. I won’t ask again."
He crooks his finger to me and I acquiesce, my stomach muscles tensing as I turn away from the farmhouse. This feeling of dread worsens with every step. It’s like the ruin is a gutless criminal who’d shoot me three times in the back at any moment.
What is this place?
Hell....
© Catherine Wiltcher 2021
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Review:
Catherine Wiltcher has done it yet again. We are picking up with Anna and Joseph and let's say I absolutely love these characters. There is still the question of where is Joseph mentally, what is Viviana doing and can Anna continue on her path with Joseph somewhat far away from his?
This book is filled with heat, manipulation, sacrifices, love, trust, distrust and so much more. No one knows who is loyal, who they can trust and who will live and die by their word. The mafia world is unlike many and to be in it you must also be guarded. Was there a wrong turn? Did trusting Viviana backfire?
Non disclosing any part of this book shows us the true talent of Catherine Wiltcher. Reckless Woman is an amazingly written book with dark love, twists and turns and of course our favorite mafia king, Santiago. This book places you on a road with so many twists and turns. That road will make you angry, make you cry and make you happy. We see growth of people, the love they have an share and the build up of each individual person.
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